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Sweet aching pain

He laughed. "A notch on my bedpost? Look around, Stanford... I don't have bedposts."

But when he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his eyes softened and he looked taken aback.

Then he quietly said, "I don't think of you like that. If you were just a conquest, a notch on my bedpost, I would have left it last night..." He ran his thumb across my cheek. "You're not the only one wanting to reenact a fantasy from your dreams."

This surprised me. He dreamed about me too? How the hell have I not seen this sooner? I was apparently completely blind.

"You dream about me too?" I asked softly.

He nodded. "And you wonder why we don't get along? This sexual tension between us is palpable." His finger slid down my neck and over my collarbone. "Don't leave..."

I stared up into his eyes and saw the truth there. This wasn't a line he would use to get into some girl's pants. No, he had already been in mine and it was not like Asher to taste test twice.

So I reached up and laced my fingers in
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